Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

Going on stage like that looks cool, but it really hurts like hell.

He Feng remained expressionless, but his knees seemed to be groaning in pain.

Let's do it properly next time.

The heavy thud brought the previously lively scene to an immediate silence, and everyone's gaze fell upon He Feng, their faces filled with admiration.

It's as if their mighty lord should make his entrance like this.

He Feng cleared his throat and read out the opening ceremony.

"Today is the third day since the Azure arrived at Black Dragon Bay. It hasn't been long, but I can see the heroic dedication of everyone who has contributed to the Azure."

He Feng turned his gaze to the group of workers covered in oil stains and cast an approving look at them.

Faced with the sudden eye contact, many of the rough-around-the-edges workers were initially taken aback, but then proudly puffed out their chests.

"To the workers who contributed to the oil field, you braved hardships and dangers to make full use of the oil and gas resources here in the fastest possible time."

"Thus, it provided powerful assistance in this monster horde attack, making it a major contributor to the Azure's success!"

"I hereby declare that, in recognition of your outstanding performance, each of you will be rewarded with half a pound of soil!"

Immediately, envious glances were all directed at this group of rough-looking people, making them the focus of the entire event.

"Thank you for your grace, Lord!" The workers in the crowd knelt down and shouted sincerely.

"Next up is the city defense force that is guarding this oil field. You have deployed a small amount of resources, yet you have fought the most brilliant battle."

"You have proven your capabilities, which makes me feel more at ease entrusting the safety of the Azure to you in the future."

"Your living space will be increased to 5 square meters as a reward for your bravery."

The city defense soldiers, who had been chatting, suddenly stood up and bowed solemnly to He Feng.

"Next are the engineers of White Raven City. Your contributions to the Azure are evident to all of us. From now on, I will grant you access to requests for essential supplies, and all requests will be handled by me."

The engineers in the audience took off their hats and performed a hat-removal ceremony to He Feng, as if in court etiquette.

Li Luoxiao looked around cleverly, then put her finger in her mouth thoughtfully.

Then, Zhao Hu and Zhao Mao took off their straw hats and awkwardly waved them.

"I still need to ask you to continue to shine on the Blue Ship."

He Feng glanced at Zhou Haiping, who was standing at the very front of the crowd. Zhou Haiping's eyes seemed to be overflowing with desire for fame and fortune, and he stared directly at He Feng without any hesitation.

He Feng shook his head helplessly, then continued his explanation.

"Finally, I want to express my gratitude to one person who made outstanding contributions to the defense of the city."

Zhou Haiping trembled with excitement, his mind filled with fantasies of promotion and advancement, his left foot itching to step onto the podium.

"Lin Mo!"

Unaware of his surroundings, Zhou Haiping raised his left foot in astonishment, then froze in place as if petrified.

"You made an invaluable contribution to this battle. You were fearless in the face of a powerful enemy, even fighting alone."

"I hereby announce that you will henceforth serve as the commander of the combat readiness team. I hope you will not let me down."

"Clap clap clap".

A thunderous applause erupted, crowding around Lin Mo.

Lin Mo, whose body was wrapped in bandages, tilted his head in confusion, not understanding what his boss was up to.

Wasn't he already nominally the leader of the Evolver combat readiness team?

He Feng gave him a wink on stage, and after experiencing the awkward atmosphere where everyone understood each other, he stopped arguing.

"This concludes our awards ceremony. Please enjoy your time here!"

He Feng waved his hand, dispelling all the gazes surrounding him and making the scene lively again.

He Feng casually found a seat and, amidst the commotion, began a drinking contest with the crew.

Everyone gets a reward, but guess who doesn't?

This scene left Zhou Haiping speechless, his mouth agape.

Even if he didn't achieve anything, he still put in a lot of effort. Why was he pushed away?

"The lord can't be wrong," Zhou Haiping asked himself, defiant, feeling a sense of defeat buzzing around him like a fly.

His eyes darted around, searching for He Feng who had blended into the crowd. He dazedly stroking his weak legs.

He pushed through the crowd and walked straight up to He Feng.

"Eight cups! The lord has drunk eight cups! Is there anyone else who dares to step forward?"

The drunkard who fought He Feng was completely unconscious and was dragged out after falling into a coma.

"Who else!"

He Feng slammed the wine barrel-shaped cup, symbolizing his great virtue, onto the table, still shouting in a daze.

None of the people present dared to step forward; they were all terrified by his terrifying drinking capacity.

"This cup must be at least half a liter!"

"His blood vessels must be overflowing with alcohol, as expected of the lord."

The vacuum around He Feng continued to expand, while Zhou Haiping, whose mind was in complete chaos, walked over alone.

"A new challenger has arrived. Let's welcome Commander Zhou—Zhou Haiping."

The host shouted, and the loud voice instantly woke him from his reverie.

"Me? No, I didn't..." Zhou Haiping quickly refused.

But He Feng kept staring at him with unfriendly eyes, which made him feel uneasy.

"Please sit down," He Feng said, his face slightly flushed.

After much internal struggle, Zhou Haiping gritted his teeth and sat down.

He wasn't a heavy drinker; in some ways, he wasn't even a heavy drinker.

One cup, just one cup, and his intoxicating drinking was enough to knock him out.

Zhou Haiping picked up the wine glass with trembling hands and resolutely drank it all in one gulp in front of everyone.

His head was already throbbing, and his face flushed. His desire for fame and success made him struggle to his feet.

"Great!" a bunch of people cheered. "Another one!"

He Feng remained silent, quietly watching him.

As he swallowed the second cup, the bitter taste of rye filled his tongue and nasal cavity, making him feel nauseous.

"Continue," He Feng said with a smile.

The third drink brought on a severe bout of dizziness that seemed to have taken his soul out of his body. The smell of alcohol permeated his head, turning his clear thoughts into a jumbled mess.

The world before him seemed to have become a jumbled mess, blurring his senses once again.

The alcohol hit him hard, causing him to reveal his deepest thoughts.

Zhou Haiping suddenly jumped up, placing both feet on the table, his face full of aggressive questioning.

"My lord, I refuse to accept this!"

These startling words silenced the onlookers, who quickly shut their mouths, and the scene fell silent.

"Why are you dissatisfied? Tell me your reasons." He Feng asked expressionlessly, resting his chin on his hand.

"I have clearly contributed so much to this battle, so why do you deny all my efforts, my lord? Even if I have no merit, I have certainly worked hard."

Zhou Haiping said with deep sorrow, his words becoming increasingly intense under the influence of alcohol.

"You haven't done enough," He Feng replied.

"You just did what was required of your job. Why should I reward you for completing your assigned task?"

He Feng's words hit the nail on the head, instantly defusing Zhou Haiping's indignation.

No matter how intense yesterday's mission was, it was still his duty as the city's defense officer.

At best, he was just following the attack and defense diagrams verbatim; what significant contribution could that be considered?

Even though it was fueled by alcohol, he felt he was acting a bit childish.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly before finally managing to utter a sentence.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I shouldn't have overthought it."

The scene became strange for a moment. Zhou Haiping put down his wine glass and moved his buttocks off the chair.

The crowd behind him tacitly made way for him, and he staggered away like a drunkard.

He Feng shook his head, at a loss for what to do.

"Zhou Haiping, when did I ever say that you, the city defense officer, could only defend the city?"

"From now on, the city defense officer will be in charge of all matters related to this oil well on my behalf. You'd better get back here right now!"

Zhou Haiping suddenly turned around, instantly sobering up, and leaned closer to him again with a lovely and friendly smile.